Paddy Beaver - Paddy Finishes His Harvest
by: Thorton Burgess
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"Sharp his tongue and sharp his
eyes—
Sammy guards against surprise.
If 'twere not for Sammy Jay
I could do no work to-day."
When Sammy overheard Paddy the Beaver say that to Jerry Muskrat, it
made him swell up all over with pure pride. You see, Sammy is so
used to hearing bad things about himself that to hear something nice
like that pleased him immensely. He straightway forgot all the mean
things he had said to Paddy when he first saw him—how he had called
him a thief because he had cut the aspen-trees he needed. He forgot
all this. He forgot how Paddy had made him the laughing-stock of the
Green Forest and the Green Meadows by cutting down the very tree in
which he had been sitting. He forgot everything but that Paddy had
trusted him to keep watch and now was saying nice things about him.
He made up his mind that he would deserve all the nice things that
Paddy could say, and he thought that Paddy was the finest fellow in
the world.
Jerry Muskrat looked doubtful. He didn't trust Sammy, and he took
care not to go far from the water when he heard that Old Man Coyote
had been hanging around. But Paddy worked away just as if he hadn't
a fear in the world.
"The way to make people want to be trusted is to trust them," said
he to himself. "If I show Sammy Jay that I don't really trust him,
he will think it is of no use to try and will give it up. But if I
do trust him, and he knows that I do, he'll be the best watchman in
the Green Forest."
And this shows that Paddy the Beaver has a great deal of wisdom, for
it was just as he thought. Sammy was on hand bright and early every
morning. He made sure that Old Man Coyote was nowhere in the Green
Forest, and then he settled himself comfortably in the top of a tall
pine-tree where he could see all that was going on while Paddy the
Beaver worked.
Paddy had finished his canal, and a beautiful canal it was, leading
straight from his pond up to the aspen-trees. As soon as he had
finished it, he began to cut the trees. As soon as one was down he
would cut it into short lengths and roll them into the canal. Then
he would float them out to his pond and over to his storehouse. He
took the larger branches, on which there was sweet, tender bark, in
the same way, for Paddy is never wasteful.
After a while he went over to his storehouse, which, you know, was
nothing but a great pile of aspen-logs and branches in his pond
close by his house. He studied it very carefully. Then he swam back
and climbed up on the bank of his canal.
"Mr. Jay," said he, "I think our work is about finished."
"What!" cried Sammy, "Aren't you going to cut the rest of those
aspen-trees?"
"No," replied Paddy. "Enough is always enough, and I've got enough
to last me all winter. I want those trees for next year. Now I am
fixed for the winter. I think I'll take it easy for a while."
Sammy looked disappointed. You see he had just begun to learn that
the greatest pleasure in the world comes from doing things for other
people. For the first time since he could remember some one wanted
him around and it gave him such a good feeling down deep inside!